if you could find your way inside
you'd have to find a way to stay alive
you'd have to find a way to stay alive
He plays the part well – perhaps because he’s been on the other side of this sensation so many times. He’s familiar with the way the deer might usually perk up, let their eyes grow wide when they scent the predator, the way their hooves scramble the second they hear it to bolt the opposite way into waiting jaws.
So he does the same – waiting for the one wolf to lose his nerve, to be unable to wait it out. Asta’s head perks up, the bursting canine immediately “spooking” the feirw to run the opposite way. He bounds over the fallen logs and branches that would trip him up otherwise and with the distant sensation of wings swooping on the air that sounds different from the wind rushing through his ears, the butcher dives toward the scrubland to meet the rest of the pack.
He's cautious, though, because the second he bursts through and the wolves have met him, he immediately turns on the offense – rearing up and lashing out with sharp hooves made for the brunt edges of lava rock. He strikes out at one of the wolves and uses the force of his landing to buck and kick out his back legs at the next that tries to swipe at him precisely when Thalassa breaks through the underbrush to take them on. He listens, more than tries to see when Danta arrives, sure that the corvid would aim for the one that might be the biggest threat to the feirw before he has a chance to shift into his fyrhund.
So he does the same – waiting for the one wolf to lose his nerve, to be unable to wait it out. Asta’s head perks up, the bursting canine immediately “spooking” the feirw to run the opposite way. He bounds over the fallen logs and branches that would trip him up otherwise and with the distant sensation of wings swooping on the air that sounds different from the wind rushing through his ears, the butcher dives toward the scrubland to meet the rest of the pack.
He's cautious, though, because the second he bursts through and the wolves have met him, he immediately turns on the offense – rearing up and lashing out with sharp hooves made for the brunt edges of lava rock. He strikes out at one of the wolves and uses the force of his landing to buck and kick out his back legs at the next that tries to swipe at him precisely when Thalassa breaks through the underbrush to take them on. He listens, more than tries to see when Danta arrives, sure that the corvid would aim for the one that might be the biggest threat to the feirw before he has a chance to shift into his fyrhund.
Astaroth
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